Barnacle Girl

so maybe i am
a Barnacle girl
and you caught me
needing a peer to cling to

Rainbow Brite
you're not so bright
to ride your rainbow
into the light

it isn't fair
it isn't fun
but i'm telling you
it must be done

it could take a while
more than a week
rigor mortis hands
are hard to break

they all say they all say
you have to do it this way
but i say and i say
i have to find my own

pallor mortis algor mortis
don't say i'm being weak
toaster strudels stale with time
there's things i should not keep

cartoons car pool
lanterns dangle down
a pilgrimage, a hundred days
can't think it will be easy

a christmas light is not so bright for family vacations
myriad schools close in the jungle when kermit leads the nation
koala's speak the thoughts of sheep, it's just like i suspected
how many miles came crashing down while staring at the tumble

weeds or maybe plants of forbidden fruit i've never been immoral
i hurt your feelings and hurt your heart you're planning your revival
a mushroom's heart can't stand the darts that fly all thru november
but here comes spring and brand new wings, i'm starting to remember

april and may they all will say
yes spring is in the air
indeed
i picked myself an evil deed
planted when it was just a seed
but turnips come when berries go
the way the seasons always go

A Wrinkle InTime

cranberries on my grape vines
there's got to be a better wine
sauerkrauts make bad girl scouts
and i have all i need

stupendous i can't say the word
without a trip and stumble
journeys go way much too slow
i'm fretting over stubble

needs to bleed grab greedy seeds
it's all a heart was made for
peel the skins and press and grind
suddenly knew what you were there for

christmas bells bring new year chums
but hearts and holley can be won
time and time we'll win them over
we won't need that four-leaf clover

dopey grumpy bashful men
say silly things to girls with vim
but dopes may come and grumps may go
shyly i ask where to go

i think i thought a second's need
would be a why to trim my trees
but trees will come and trees will grow
eternity is in these groves

a baker's dozen isn't many
but this 13, she could feed 20
no more wishes no more lies
about these things i've known inside

for 20 years i've cried and died
a missile's strike was well inside
of all my woes and toes and hairs
and all those hopes on rocking chairs

but now i grow with fertilizer
sometimes it takes something extra
a push, a jab, a wrinkle in time
and maybe i'll turn on a dime